As such, I catch the witch’s gaze. “I’ll stop by again soon.”
And with that, I spin on my heels and slowly walk to the exit. It shows the demon that I’m not afraid to give him my back, and I also refuse to walk any faster just to be free of him.
It’s a shame the witch has made her allegiance known. It’s even more unfortunate that she’s chosen the wrong side. She is beautiful, but to collude with an incubus is unfortunate at best and distasteful at the worst.
Chapter Four
Hazel
“What the hell was that?” I ask as soon as the door closes behind the angel.
Zephyrus.
It’s a fitting name for an adversary, and my head is a wreck. There’s every chance I should be running right now, but that might be more conspicuous than how I just acted.
“That was an angel. I’m not sure how you missed it. They have a distinct stench. It’s nearly impossible to ignore.” Annex chuckles. My eyes narrow, and I twist to look up at him over my shoulder. He knows as well as I do that I was talking about the way he acted and not what species Zephyr is. “The store closed ten minutes ago. I was waiting outside to ask you out for coffee. Only I peeked in the window, and it became clear you were in over your head.” He finally releases my shoulder, stepping to the side of my chair. “Don’t you know how dangerous it is to play games with angels?”
“Play games?” I hiss, shoving out of my seat. “He came in looking for services.”
Annex smiles a little too widely, and my eyes narrow.
“What’s so funny?”
“Usually when I hear,He came in looking for services, it’s in regards to something else.” He grins, and it transforms his entire face. “Now, are you hungry? I asked around and found a restaurant the humans and shifters seem to enjoy. I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat with you, but if you’re feeling generous, you could top me up?—”
My face burns, and I jab a finger at the sex demon’s chest. “Not gonna happen.”
“You’re stunning.” He wiggles his dark brows. “I’m starving. I had to at least try my luck. I thought maybe you were feeling charitable after my save. I’m famished, and you smell delectable. Even a quick peck would help.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m sure you have people lining up to ensure you stay well fed, and that’s something we need to discuss. If you’re going to have people over for…that kind of thing, I would appreciate it if you could handle it once I’m gone for the day.”
He chuckles darkly. “Don’t worry, baby doll. That won’t be a problem. I have my eyes on a certain meal, and I’m afraid, at this point, nothing orno oneelse will do.”
Okay, then why did he just ask me to kiss him? Sometimes I wish I inherited my mother’s social skills. She does fertility magic and general women’s care. She never struggles to put her patients at ease, and she always seems to understand how to interact with others.
That isn’t me.
I inherited the vast majority of my personality from Wraith. He’s a reaper and equally incapable of comprehending why others act the way they do.
I can never tell if I’m socially inept because most beings intrinsically fear me, meaning they don’t interact with me like they would anyone else. Or if I just got unlucky “awkward” genetics in the DNA lottery that formed me.
I’m going to have to pee after all the coffee I’ve downed to pretend to be normal, and that annoys me to no end.
Bodily functions are so…human.
A truly unfortunate experience all around.
Who wants to have to clean a toilet after they’ve used it?
If I didn’t need to shower and brush my teeth, I would never even step foot inside a bathroom.
Annex and I seated ourselves just outside the coffee shop, and every time I’ve finished off my drink, the incubus helpfully pops up to get me another cup.
How many cups would a human or witch consume before politely begging him to stop being so helpful?
I cross my legs and frown at how badly I need a toilet.
How does my mother stand to experience this feeling every single time she eats or drinks something? It’s inconvenient and borderline annoying.
